מילים לשיר London Pride – Vera Lynn

London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's free.
Woa, Liza,
London Pride means our own dear town to us,
And our pride it for ever will be.
See the coster barrows,
Vegetable marrows
And the fruit piled high.
Woa, Liza,
Little London sparrows,
Covent Garden Market where the costers cry.
Cockney feet
Mark the beat of history.
Pins a memory down.
Every street
There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace of London Town. Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
We in England call it London Pride.
Though it has a Latin name, in town and country
London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride means our own dear town to us,
London Pride is a flower that's free.
And our pride it for ever will be.
Hey, lady,
When the day is dawning
See the policeman yawning
On his lonely beat.
Gay lady,
Hear the footsteps echo in the empty street.
And the pavement's glistening.
Mayfair in the morning,
All Park Lane
Early rain
In a shimmering gown.
The charm of London Town. Nothing ever could break or harm.